Fruit Girl Goes to Market

Mommis went to the Farmer’s Market in Half Moon Bay with us this morning after our walk along the Coastal trail. She goes every week, but she usually leaves us home because dogs are not allowed.

But this morning we were in the car, and she came back to us all excited.

“I met a girl at the Farmer’s Market who has a blog,” she said.

“Aaarggh,” I thought. “Everything in her life is about blogs and tech and people. Can’t more in her life be about dogs.?”

But I live in the moment, so I forgot my envy. She told me the girls were pretty and studying about nutrition. I love food. Paunnie loves it even more. So we are going to follow her blog, which is called Fruit Girl Goes to Market.

When we came home and Mommis read the blog, she told me melon is really a vegetable, though it’s sold as a fruit. She didn’t know that.  I didn’t know that. I eat kibble, myself

We have all these friends in the park near where we live. And we are now under voice control (or so Mommis thinks) and can run with them. They are Wrigley, Parker, Abbey, Rio, Pacey and a rottweiler mix, Cricket, who has to be on a leash because she runs away. She cries on all our walks.

A man named Joe who has a black and white dog came and gave us treats.

But I still can’t wait for June 29th, when we go to Half Moon Bay to our other house for the summer. Not as good a park, but trails and a beach

Look at Mommis sleeping in Business class on that ariplane while I am at home with all the babysitters. I wanna sleep with her!

So last night when she went out to dinner, I thought I would do my own due diligence and see what was inside one of these.  I had to take it off the kitchen table and carry it all the way outside through the dog door to the back yard.  It’s a big book, lots of maps and charts, and it was really heavy! By the time I got it out there, I had lost my appetite for the due diligence.

I left it out there, knowing she would find it, because I left the smaller folder that was with it and I knew she would remember there were two of them. I left that one on the kitchen floor for her.

And then I took a big long nap and nursed my aching jaw.  I don’t think being an investor is any fun at all, and those binders taste terrible. No wonder everybody keeps them on a shelf and never takes them down.